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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 3183021" data-attributes="member: 961">“What was that?” the dispatcher replies, “this is central Dispatch Operator, come again?”Officer Richards nearly spits his food up, “What, you heard what?  I didn’t hear anything, Jesus, don’t spooky weird on me this early in the night.”Ariella notices that the radio is has a thin sheen of blood which ahs stained her palm red.CameraThe interior of Jamil’s home was immaculate, expensive, and pretty much devoid of any real personality or soul.  The interior of the home is almost sterile, oh it is a beautiful home, but one never really feels at home, or even inspired to feel anything at all.  But the smell of mom’s home cooked food from the kitchen definitely lends a sense of warmth and familiarity.She was frying pork chops, baking corn bread, and making collard greens; she never really used recipes but the food was perfect every time.  A far cry from the more sensible and healthy meal Jamil’s wife prepared last night.  It would be much tastier at least.Jamil pay’s camera no mind as he steps outside into the brisk air, the neat manicured lawn covered in a layer of snow and frost.  The sidewalk was clear, the roads salted, and the neighborhood silent.  An SUV passes by along the quiet street, pulling into a home down the street.  The driver, a woman gets out carrying a shopping bag.  She walks almost zombie like into her home, the large suburban predator swallowing her as she enters.Outside he could feel the homes glare at him, this was a place he did not belong…</blockquote>

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